Paranoia

•~{Three}~•

"Rule number one. You should never tell anyone their due date, even if they threaten you." The woman announced from my earphones, stopping my music.

I groaned in annoyance. Not again. It was the third time this morning, was there a problem with the system or something?

"Rule number two. You should never try to discover what happened before these rules were established." The voice continued, I was mouthing the words, I knew them by heart. After hearing those words over and over all my life, I've become to know them.

"Rule number three. If you see someone disobeying any rule, you should report them to a high member of the community." I sighed, leaning back to lay down on my bed.

"Rule number four..."

As the woman went on in my earphones, I took them off and placed my iPod down beside me.

It took a while, but it finally ended and my music started blasting through my earphones again. I decided it was probably time to stop being lazy and finally get up.

While going down the stairs, I could hear my mother quickly making her breakfast, careless of the noise she was making when she "accidently" slammed two things together. I swear she could wake up the whole neighborhood.

I watched as my mom exited the kitchen and approached my little sister to give her a small kiss on the forehead. "Rachel, can you drive Lily to the park or something? I'm running late." She asked, but before I could even reply, she was already walking out the door.

I rolled my eyes at her and looked down at Lily. "You want to go to the park?"

When she sighed in response, I raised an eyebrow at her. "What's wrong?"

"Are you really leaving to Paris in three days?" She mumbled, suddenly finding interest in her purple socks.

I released a big sigh and kneeled down to be on the same level as her. "Yes, Lil bear, you'll be fine, it's only a couple of days."

"No I won't... Mother and father hate me." She looked at me with pleading eyes.

I swear if it wasn't for Angelica, I'd stay here. "No they don't."

She sighed in defeat. "Let's go to the park, then."

•

At the park, Lily was playing a game with her friends and I watched from a distance, on a bench.

I wasn't really paying attention to Lily and her friends, knowing her friends' parents were probably already doing so. I was watching a boy.

His name?

Owen Jones.

Owen has been my crush for about a year and a half now, I never really had the guts to talk to him, but it's not like he tried to talk to me either.

Today he was wearing an orange shirt, one of his favorite colors. Honestly, he looked really good in that shirt.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone poke my right shoulder, immediatly turning my gaze to look to my right.

There was a boy, probably the same age as me, he had a black fringe and beautiful blue eyes I could just look at all day.

When I realized I was staring at him, I blinked a couple of times and gave him a confused look, which he returned with a lifted eyebrow.

"Yes?" I asked, after a moment of awkward silence, which consisted of me staring at him in confusion and him staring back at me, probably waiting for me to say something.